Page 154 of Bleed with Me

“I’m a doctor,” I reminded her calmly, my chest warming with contentment the more she fumed. Was I crazy for loving how possessive she was? Absolutely. “I receive calls from female nurses all the time.”

Her eyes narrowed, potent anger radiating from her in waves.

“And don’t forget Malin owns a sex club, too.” My teeth sank into my lower lip to stop a grin from splitting my face in half as she threw a kitchen towel at me.

“If you meet a hooker while you’re married to me, I swear to God—”

I pulled her flush against my chest, cutting off all the threats running out of her mouth with a passionate kiss. She slammed my shoulder hard, but reciprocated the attention, and in a few minutes, we were on the floor, stripping our clothes off.

“You’re… fucking… unbelievable,” I groaned as I thrust into her ferociously.

“Why?” She nibbled on my nose, her long nails digging into my ass. “Because I protect what is mine?”

“Protect?” My hand wrapped around her throat to keep her in place when she tried to bite me. “You control, manipulate, and threaten everyone who just looks my way.”

“And you enjoy every second of it.” She smiled like the little maniac she was, wrapping invisible ropes around me tighter.

“So fucking much.”

Two hours later, I parked my car outside the hospital, replaying the morning with Nina over and over. Jealousy scene. Sex. Breakfast. Sex. Shower. More sex.

Fuck, I so didn’t want to leave when the stupid phone rang. But Jessica was finally letting me return, and I was a doctor through and through, so whether it was convenient or not, I left the most beautiful woman in the world alone in my house and went to save lives.

“Morning, Doc,” the head nurse waved at me as I hurried past her desk. “Trauma bay 2.”

She didn’t even let me put my scrubs on and pushed me inside. Melody was managing the bleeding while others did their jobs.

“Okay.” I moved toward the patient on the bed, putting on sterile gloves. “How bad is it?”

It was bad. Well, not bad, fucking terrible. And not only the morning, but the afternoon, too. I stopped in the cafeteria at three pm to finally have a cup of coffee and some water because I genuinely thought I might collapse.

“It was a horrible crash, right, Doc?” the middle-aged lady behind the counter said, casting me a sympathetic look. “The news is full of it. Did someone die?”

“Not here.” I shook my head, looking at the flat TV on the wall where the reporter spoke about a bus colliding with three cars. “But some people were transferred to another hospital. So who knows?”

I paid for my stuff and left, mentally incapable of continuing the conversation with anyone. I was drained, walking like a zombie.

“Aryna is asking about you,” Melody woke me from my trance as she passed me. “The nurse brought her a chocolate cake, but she’s still crying. Someone told her she’s leaving today.”

“What?” I almost dropped my coffee for the second time today.

“You don’t know?” Melody halted at the door to the cafeteria. “Watson discharged her this morning. She’s just waiting for Social Services to pick her up.”

My mouth fell open in shock, but I knew Melody wouldn’t give me the answers I needed. Taking the stairs three at a time, I ran to Watson’s office, not bothering with knocking.

“Who authorized you to discharge Aryna Stankovich?” I barked as soon as I stepped in, ignoring the young nurse sitting on top of his desk with her scrubs rolled up to expose her chest. She immediately jumped down, covering herself hastily. “Get lost.” I waved her away, glaring at the chief of surgery, who was technically my supervisor but, in reality, I was his.

“Answer me!” I demanded when the door closed. “Who authorized you to discharge Aryna?”

“I did,” he replied calmly, pretending not to be fazed by my appearance. But his jaw ticked, and his fingers twitched nervously. “She met every discharge criterion.”

“I am her doctor.” I pointed at my chest angrily. “I decide when she leaves.”

“I didn’t know it was such a sensitive subject.” He rose from his chair, straightening to his full height.

“You know exactly how sensitive it is,” I ground out, rounding the desk without breaking eye contact. I stopped so close he had nowhere to retreat. “And it’s not the first time you overstepped your competence.” His brows shot up in surprise. “Oooh, I know you’re checking on my patients and charts when I’m not here, Jason. I own this fucking place, remember?”

His fists clenched at his sides.